There are only two things that I absolutely cannot stand in life, the smell of old onions, and the smell of feet; lucky I to awake to both of those scents embedded in taste form in my cotton dry mouth. My face felt swollen and sore, and when I tried to breathe out of my nose I was hindered by the gauze blocking my nasal passageways; the splint didn't really help, either.
I sat up slowly to avoid a head rush, and took in my new surroundings; I was no longer in the Leaky Cauldron, the bright lights, and blatant sense of cleanliness and sterility cut that out right away. There were no windows wherever I was, which seemed especially odd to me because there was no other source of light in the place; 'curious, very curious, at least I have my own room, though'. Before I could really get my bearings I heard a muted argument coming towards my room, I recognized two of the voices but the third one was new to me; feminine and very soft, but definitely not Hermione's.
Suddenly, three figures appeared in front of the frosted glass of my door, I instantly recognized Hermione's frizzy mess of hair, and thin frame; the man I could only assume to be the asshole who put me here, and judging by the hat on the last person's head they had to be a nurse of some sort. Hermione and the nurse were on the verge of screaming at Harry about using some sort of potion to take the pain away and heal me instantly, the jerk, on the other hand didn't see any reason why I would need a potion because "she is a muggle after all, let her heal her way.
Besides, she did it to herself, anyway." The other two continued the argument but from what I caught, it kind of seemed like a lost cause. Slowly, I resigned myself to gathering my clothes, and dressing myself before the three outside decided to take a peak in my room and realized that I was, indeed conscious. Sure enough, everything was there; yeah, except my gun. I took a quick look in the mirror opposite the door and realized just how much damage had been done to my face. 'Thank god for my abnormally fast healing process' I thought weakly.
I peeled the taped on splint from the bridge of my nose and carefully pried the now dried up gauze from my nostrils. I took a deep breath and pinched either side of my nose with both fingers and quickly popped it back into place, causing my eyes to water profusely and a small yelp to escape my lips. I noted the small, but faded bruises underneath my eyes, and the minor swelling, and began to think up assorted excuses to tell my crew and commanding officers. Then it hit me; what time was it? How long had these people had me here? Where WAS here?
I felt a panic attack coming on and began to breathe deeply as I plopped down on a rather uncomfortable chair; I put my head between my knees and began to mumble to myself. Well, apparently wizards have super human hearing because the next thing I knew Harry had opened and slammed the door and told me to "give it a rest." Anger began to cloud my better judgment and before I knew it I was standing in front of him, blocking the only exit.
He seemed surprised by my actions and went to draw his wand, with a flick of my wrist it flew from his hand and slid to a stop below the very same chair I had been sitting on before he came to harass me once again. Harry didn't look quite so sure of himself anymore, in fact, he almost looked like cornered prey under my intense glare. Finally in a maliciously sing song voice I spoke
"tsk tsk Harry, where I come from we fight fair." "w-what ARE you!?" "What am I…? Hmm, well since you're the big, bad, all knowing, superior wizard why don't you tell me?!" "I don't know what you are, besides insane! As soon as that nurse deems you fit to leave I'm personally going to drag you down to the ministry and question you until you can come up with a reasonable answer for that question."
I could hear Hermione and the nurse outside trying to push the door open to no avail, I could hear Hermione yelling "Florence! Open the door right now, you're not in any sort of trouble, everything's fine!" In my peripheral vision I could see Harry inching backwards towards his wand. Without thinking I ran up to him and did the only thing I could do to quell the anger and hatred that I felt for that man; he had a confused look on his face as I grabbed him by the collar of his robes, and didn't even try to fight it when my fist collided violently with his nose.
For the second time in what I could only assume to be one day I heard the terrible crack associated with a breaking nose, but at least I could say it wasn't mine. Harry fell to the ground with a dull thud and both Hermione and the nurse rushed in through to no longer blocked door, both gasping at what lay before them. Slowly, I bent down to get a better look at something on Harry's forehead.
I swear to god my heart stopped. I picked myself up, and turned to face the two flabbergasted women before me. Before either of them could say anything I raised a shaking hand to silence them, and asked in a meek whisper not even slightly reminiscent of my own voice; "H-Hermione, did I just cold-clock Harry Potter in the face?" With an almost amused look on her face she slowly nodded her head yes.
What happened next is kind of a blur but it went something along the lines of me whispering "catch me" before everything in the room faded to a comforting shade of black.